Golden Age Thinking
going on painting
in my sleep
I can see colors
I've never seen
take me somewhere I've never been
I'm longing
for the time
for the decade that is mine
when everything was better
oh~~~
don't need thinking night
I can seem to lose mind
growing upon the past
thinking about the things we never have
never have
This city is sleeping
The wound is split of the streets
feeling heavy on my head
oh~~~
don't need thinking night
I can seem to lose mind
growing upon the past
thinking about the things we never have
never have